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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.