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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.