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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.