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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Television to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
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 Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.