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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.