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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.