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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.