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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.