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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.