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 Belize and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Scion,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.