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 Iran 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Nico,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.