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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.