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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Television,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.