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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.