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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.