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 Slovenia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Names,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.