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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.