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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.