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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Television,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.