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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
UT,
cv313,
Fear,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.