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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.