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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Model 500,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.