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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.