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 Mauritius 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.