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 Norway 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Nas,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.