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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Moleskins to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.