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 Malawi 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.