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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.