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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.