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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Pylon,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.