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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
JFA,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.