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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.