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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Index,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.