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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.