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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.