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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.