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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.