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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.