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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
JFA,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.