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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.