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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.