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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Amazonics,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.