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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Lalann,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.