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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.