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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.