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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.