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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Model 500,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.