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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
PIL,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.