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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.