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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.