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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Pole,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
cv313,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.