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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.