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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.