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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.