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 Thailand 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.