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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.