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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.