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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.