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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Aswad,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.