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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.