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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Japan,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.