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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.