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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.