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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Television,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.