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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
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.