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 Laos 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.