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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.