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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.