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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.