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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.