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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.