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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Can to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.