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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.