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 Italy 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.