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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.