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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.