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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
The Names,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.