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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.