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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.