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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
CMW,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.