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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
the Human League,
MC5,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.