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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.