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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.