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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.