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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
The Busters,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.