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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Slave,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.