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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.