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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.