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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.