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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.