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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
X-101,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.