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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.