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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.