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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.