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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.