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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Chrome,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.