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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.