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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.