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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.