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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.