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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.