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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.