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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rekid,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.