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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.