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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.