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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.