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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Cameo,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.