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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.