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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.