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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.