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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Reagan Youth 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.