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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.