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 Finland and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.