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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.