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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.