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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.