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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
CMW,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.