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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.