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 France and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.