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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.