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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
PIL,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.