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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.