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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
cv313,
The Victims,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.