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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
The Fall,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.