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 Egypt 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Associates to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.