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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Magazine,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.