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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Erasure,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.