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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.