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 Morocco and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.