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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
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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.