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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Japan,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
MDC,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.