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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.