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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.