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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
10cc,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Faust,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.