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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.