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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Japan,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.