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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.