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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.