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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Crime,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Can,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.