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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.