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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.