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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.