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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.