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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.