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 China 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.