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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Can,
Lyres,
X-102,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.