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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 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 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.