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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.