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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Swans,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.