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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.