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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.