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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Cure,
X-101,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.