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 Georgia and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.