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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.