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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kinks to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.