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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players 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?
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.