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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.