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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Motions to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.