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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.