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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.