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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.