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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Magma,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.