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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.