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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.