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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.