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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.