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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.