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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.