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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.