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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.