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 Morocco 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
10cc,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.