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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.