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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.