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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.