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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.