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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.