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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.