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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
UT,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.