Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.