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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
DNA,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.