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 France and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.