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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.