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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.