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 France 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.