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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.