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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
E-Dancer,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.