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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
The Move,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.