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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.