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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.