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 Honduras and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.