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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
10cc,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.