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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.