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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.