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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Echospace,
DNA,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.