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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.