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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.