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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.