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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
The Residents,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.