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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Television,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.