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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.