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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.