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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Mars,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.