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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
MDC,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.