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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Index,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.