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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.