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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
CMW,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.