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 Italy 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.