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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
UT,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Cameo,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.