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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.