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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.