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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.