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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.