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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Can to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.