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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Television,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.