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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.