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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
The Names,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.