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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.