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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Section 25,
UT,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.