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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.