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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.