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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.