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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.