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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.