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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.