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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Cluster 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.