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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.