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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.