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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.