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 Niger and from New York.
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 Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.