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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.