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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
AZ,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.