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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.