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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.