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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.