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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.