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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Gong,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.