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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.