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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Mars,
Television,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.