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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.