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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
The Associates,
The Busters,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.