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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.