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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.