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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.