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 India and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.