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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.