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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.