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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Names,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
ABC,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
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.