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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
the Association,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
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.