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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.