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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.