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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.