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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.