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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Monks,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.