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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Japan,
The Move,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.