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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.