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 Hungary and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 AZ to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.