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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.