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 Samoa 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
CMW,
Little Man,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.