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 Belgium 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.