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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.