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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.