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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.