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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.