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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.