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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.