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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.