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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.