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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.