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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.