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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
New Order,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.