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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.