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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.