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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.