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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.