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 Poland and from Paris.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.