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 Dominica and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
AZ,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.