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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.