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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.