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 Philippines 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.