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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Monks,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.