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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.