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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
10cc,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.