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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.