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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.