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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Fear,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.