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 Mauritania 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.