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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.