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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.