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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.