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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.