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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.