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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.