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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.