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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
JFA,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.