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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.