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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
ABC,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.