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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.