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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.