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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.