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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 of Four. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.