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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.