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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.