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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.