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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.