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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.