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 Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.