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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.