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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Fear,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.