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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.