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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.