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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Inner City,
New Order,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Can,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.