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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Yaz,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.