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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s 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 Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.