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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.