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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.