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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.