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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.