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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.