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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
DNA,
Technova,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.