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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.