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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.