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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
JFA,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.