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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.