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 Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.