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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.