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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.