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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.