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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
X-102,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.