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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Darondo,
The Standells,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.