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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.