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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.