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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.