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 Manchester.
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 Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz 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?
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.