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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.