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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Television,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.