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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Swans,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.