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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Ludus,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.