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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.