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 France and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.