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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.