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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.