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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.