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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
cv313,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Pole,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.