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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.