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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.