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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.