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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.