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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.