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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.