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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
MC5,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.