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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.