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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.