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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.