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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
JFA,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.