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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Gong,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Faust,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.