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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Pole,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.