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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.