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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Organ,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.