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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Mars,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.