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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Skarface,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.