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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.