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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.