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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.