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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 David Bowie 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Crime,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
The Names,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.