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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.