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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.