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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.