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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.