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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Yaz,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.