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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.