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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.