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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.