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 Russia and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.