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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Index,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.