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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.