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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.