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 Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.