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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.