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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.