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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.