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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.