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 Spain and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.