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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.