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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.