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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.