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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.