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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.