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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.