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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
The Gories,
The Slits,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Japan,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.