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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.