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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.