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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.