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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.