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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
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.