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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.