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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.