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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.