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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Wings,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.