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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.