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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.