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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.