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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.