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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Cure to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.