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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.