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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.