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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.