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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.