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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.