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 South and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.