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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.