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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.