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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.