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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.