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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
EPMD,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.