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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.