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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.