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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.