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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Liliput,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.