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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.