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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
The Residents,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.