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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.