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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.