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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.