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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.