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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.