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 United States and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Sonics,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.