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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.