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 India and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Can,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.