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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Little Man to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.