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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.