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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.