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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.