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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.