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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.