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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.