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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.