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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.