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 Laos 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.