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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.