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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
The Evens,
Chrome,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.