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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.