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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays 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?
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.