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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.