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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Television,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.