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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.