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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
AZ,
June Days,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.