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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.