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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.