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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Alphaville 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.