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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.