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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
AZ,
Lyres,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
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.