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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.