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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.