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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.