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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.