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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.