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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.