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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Organ,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.