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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.