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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Wings,
The Sound,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.