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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.