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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.