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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Index,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
PIL,
the Germs,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.