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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Franke,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.