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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.