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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.