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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.