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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.