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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.