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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.