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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Wings,
Q65,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.