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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
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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.