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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.