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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.