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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.