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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.