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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 EPMD to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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?
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
MDC,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.