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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.