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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Pole,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.