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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.