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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.