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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.