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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.