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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.