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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Kayak,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.