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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Cymande,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.