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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
EPMD,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.