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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.