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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.