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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.