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 Namibia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Lyres,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.