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 Iran 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.