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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
10cc,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.