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 Zambia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
MDC,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.