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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.