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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.