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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.