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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.