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 Bhutan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Index,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.