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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.