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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.