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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Wings,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.