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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.