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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.