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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.