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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Can,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.