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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.