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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.