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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.