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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.