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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.