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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.